Supergran’s Gates: A Twelve-Year Epic

Some projects take a weekend. Others, maybe a year. And then there are those projects….the ones that take… oh, just a casual twelve years. Welcome to the saga of Supergran’s Gates.

Act One: The Procrastination Years

The gates arrived at my place about twelve years ago, and like any good, responsible person, I parked them somewhere and ignored them for about eight. In my defense, they weren’t going anywhere (too heavy), and I knew they needed proper work, which meant I needed The Dad - the man with the skills, the patience, and the ability to fix rotten timber without cursing it into dust.

Once I finally got going, it quickly became clear that Supergran had been single-handedly keeping the paint industry in business. There were so many layers to strip that I started wondering if she’d just slapped on a coat every Sunday after breakfast. I burned, scraped, cursed, scraped again… and slowly uncovered the timber beneath.

And then, hidden under all that history, we found a name. Melton Grange….

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